With
half pants full pants, Anand Supi transports us into the world
of 1980s. He makes us revisit our childhood in small towns, when
there were no gazettes and where time stretched endlessly like
today’s TV serials. This isn’t a novel. But it is a collection of
childhood memories. Slightly distorted, slightly incoherent, yet
immensely enjoyable.
Today’s
generation, which is born into abundance and where new things pour
into the house at the click of the mouse, would never understand what
a joy it was to buy a new mixer or TV set in the 1980s. It was a sort
of celebration, for which the entire lane and all the family and
friends gate crashed and the hosts happily absorbed them into their
festivities like a sponge. Half pants full pants may help them
imagine that world, which if not a global village, was a village
family for sure.
The
ten paise coins battered under the trains, the pee breaks, the rubber
lizards, the early crude versions of reward points, Anand Supi gets
everything right and gives the book some verisimilitude. If you are a
child who grew in this time period read the book for it is nostalgic,
if you are a child born in today’s digital world, read the book to
know how was the childhood of your parents.
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